The Smudge and other Poems (MY POETRY PAGE)

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There is the smudged print of a tipof a finger on that mirror : It approves notof lovehatredpresence or absence of either one orany other story or love or hatred…Or about both. There is a smudged print of a tipof a finger on a mirror: It was not cleaned, it is there to staytill the cleaning day…May beforever.(Find this poem on http://soundcloud.com/georgebost)—————// —————–// ——————-Winter Night(poetic thought by George-B)Then there was no sound to be heardwhile the light dimmed –behind the darkness only few impressions survived…An owl attacked, and a mouse gave the last cry…A handful of wind combed the plane of the leaves,the plane of the air behind the branches:The ripple in the still surface of the pond froze then, as if touched by a spell:‘There is no Spring in sight… not anytime soon…’(postedHere)Also on: http://soundcloud.com/georgebost)———————–//———————//——————–Essential 1(poetic thought by George-b)My being was hungry today:My eyes avidly took in every sightMy ears listened, and listened to large itunes playlist“What’s up?”, “Firewood”, hundred other songsMy nose grasped every scent – the freshly cut grass,The dogs beach, the beer smelling sun block lotionMy skin froze and then it thaw, and then it dried againInside my head, I feel the making of today’s memoriesA squirrel held me by my hand,took the almond offered,with delicate grace, almost human…Yes I made it all about myself today….Tomorrow, will tomorrow remember me?(PostedHere)Now also onhttp://soundcloud.com/georgebost—————–/——————/——————–Elements: Water(poetic thought, by George-b)Remember to touch the rain,each time God sends it your way,even if a single droplet:Remember water was before right after air, in an ancestral time, between waters, before the ocean broke,and air took the first breath.Remember thirst, before you’re thirsty:drink and drink, stop for breath,and then drink some more…Water: You’re into it, it floats into you,Dry-up not, like a mummya gypsum cast around a broken limba tear on the salty, itchy chin…(Posted Here)

—–//—–//—–Rap-tonguelar (a poetic thought by George-b)A world ripped from magic, from storiesof coming and going, on perpetual passing heroesWith magic gone so are the heroes, with heroes gone so is hope thanhope replaced by the illusion of truth, the deniers of humanity, the dark heroeshere for themselves,self, sell-fish-ly weak,feeding on weakness, on innocence, on hunger,drank with victory over blood, blood that belongs to others,true heroes, indeed, in a world unmagical,disrobed of magic the Emperor wear the illusion of clothes,press free togas so now the empty scene of the theater itself curtain-less, always visible to the eye fearoverhopeoverthetopfearoffearitselfortheoverthetopcoldheatoflieskeepsonefromfreezing: yes the longest multi-word not yet in your dictionary is finally here: happy elections 2012,2016,10162020,and onandonandon: aberration!

alchemy: moments to jewelsthe moments past are now my jewelslong time have they been polishedIn the clean interstellar void, beyond…The place I keep them is no secret ,the perfect vault’s, my heart ;from time to time I take few out to wear,sometimes they’re meant as truthful gifts for those who care…Will the moments survive?(2012, copyright, poems, George-B, euzicasa)

———————–//————————–//——————————A pebble’s memories(by George-b)In dreams we’re loved and cared forwhile daylight is for returningThe love and care our dreamgathered for uswhile innocently dreaming –For instance: take this fragmentof a larger pebble, almost a stone,still dreaming of the mountain around it once ,while under ice being forsaken for Eons;will it remember of the mountain it once were,the way it felt, the way it…rocked?The way the solid water worked onto the crevice,breaking more ,While the time had flowed Eons…

Pebbles on Findhorn Beach
(Photo credit: Assaulted Peanut)

(Now On SoundCloud)

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tell me: another way (by George-b)

another way to say I love youanother way to say goodbyeanother way to say I miss youanother way to say enough

another way to say I’m finishedanother way to say good luckanother way to say I’m sorryanother way to say I’m leaving

Another way to say I’m thristyanother way to say forgive meanother way to say get outanother way to say good morning

—–//—–//—–Of old photos(Poetic Thought by George-B)Snap – flash the memory is – more or less – created…Now let the time work over its detailsTaking here – giving there: color fading,mothball’s faint aroma or perhaps tobacco,sometime incense…Give time a chance to work the memory (Now On SoundCloud)

—–//—–//——Meditating (Poetic Thought by George-B)Being beyond having to be seen,Heard, asked to move, pardonedSomehow like a treeOne drop of rainA spec of dustA star too far,Yet: Being,For a while, just being…(Now on SoudCloud)

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Inspiration (poetic Thought by George-B)What better place to get inspiredthan the ever changing interface betweenland and water,continent and ocean:The Sea’s perpetual movementthe speed of the birds search for the crustaceans at the edge of the water,intrigued me, and inspired an ever so short thought,about the brevity, while still larger than life,symbolism of moments,few moments, that repeat the pseudo-symbiosis:One of a lifeless nature,the other full with lifeand both in coordinated movement.(now on SoundCloud)

———————–//———————–//—————————-Modern Mythology(Poetic Thought by George-B)In the beginning the Earth was … flat, like an Olympian disk,elephants, lions even Atlas, were holding it on tired shoulders.One morning came when suddenlythe Earth reached its roundness – From discoid to geoid, like a remembered dream!The universe never seemed impressed…(Now On SoundCloud)

—————————-//————————-//—————————-Music and truth(poetic thought by George-B)Music CAN’T lieSadness in sadness, as happiness just thatThe tone that makes that musicIts meter understanding, alterations…There is the master-key, the pas-par-toutMusic could not have lied – it tells always the truth,from birth to death, to dusk,Music only knows what’s true.(Now on SoundCloud)

————————//————————–//———————–Breezy Interiors (poetic thought by george-b)Pale, windy breeze insinuates itselfthrough the silence between the silky, coral curtains:as if expecting hurricanes they part,swaying inwardly, allowing the few droplets of rainwater, to settle on the bunch of artificial flowers, resting on the coffee table.It all lasts only for a thirsty moment… it pauses then, only to start anew.(Now on SoundCloud)

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———————–//—————————-//—————————Truth as Light (poetic Thought by George-B)One morning the heavy curtain was removed.The Truth was finally exposed, as Light.Unquestionable light, unique, all clean,kind… Comforting…Comforting to know the aspect of Truth:Shapeless with shape, boundless, within bounds,all self providing.

Resentment is an aching heart,A feeling – as material as black holes of a soul –The soul of the universe is darker than theBlack hole in one’s aching heart,All that light poured in,Keeps it for ever mortal.

All light is engulfed,By the stories of vampires, and Batory, and other blue bloods…While the mistress of the night, restores till sunsets – So fireworks leave less smoke behind. Than the day washes off a night’s makeup,the glamour, now removed is lost to the black hole:Self denial is key – love as fear and guilt go hand in hand.

With the evidence that shadows have been breathed in by the greedy black hole,

—————-//——————//—————-land (poetic thought by George-G)You bring the best in meI’d grow a red beard, and wear an eye patch (over)a good eyeget the scariest of tattoo, right over my –your name is on it for ten thousand yearsand eternity – you’re smiling –oh yes, you think, I wouldn’t wear a hook on my good handand wear a 30lb sword for you?All for you, I’ll sing your song, and carry your flag…(posted Here) —————//—————-//——————Honky Tonk Seep (poetic thought by George-B)The mind said YES, but the rest won’t approve,letting down notwhen the mind’s set on it…One word: Mindfulness.(posted Here)————–//—————–//————–Life goes on (poetic thought by George-B)never, never out of date – a funeral, a baptism,life goes ona genetic mutation, engineered, life goes onartificial tomato, corn, soylife goes onbiting a subdued victim,burnin’ of books of prayer,life goes onhangin’ the innocent, when it’s knownto be so, innocent,life goes onOur tacitly enabling silencelife dies!(postedHere)

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Adam’s prayer (poetic thought by George-B)

‘Eve,

I woke up this morning with painin my side – you weren’t thereI was alone, in pain and I was cold –in your convexity my painful concavity resides…

———-//———-//———–Today (poetic thought by George-B)The weather was rigid today,remnant of monastic life perpetratedin hollowed spaces in chalk stone,now smoked by the candles consumed by flames for:– A dead leaf, I avoided stepping on,– A fallen pine branch, soon forests of evergreen are to be cut,and sold, and bought, and decorated,– A spider web, water repelling but sticky to skins, spread wide ,like a Beverly Hills all important mansion – people moving in-moving out, perpetually.It’s sunny now, half the day through…It’s sunny now, at my place now!(postedHere)

————-//————-//————November fog(poetic thought by George B)Love is a smudge of a hand,on the foggy windowsmelling of fog, of a cold November nightmaking its way through the layers of coatsovercoats, and to cling to skin and bones in a solid embrace – brrrrrrrrr rhythmically –for few long minutes, dripping on the rugswith a washing like motions hands reach for heatalmost into the fireplace’s wood fire,while the fog dissipates.(Posted Here)

(posted Here)—————–//—————–//———————?????????????? Answered (poetic thought by George-B)Love, love, love,is it love, if one cannot embrace human vanityor is it just plain silliness?Should love be sang, declared, or deep in one’s heart vault be contained, no, not like in a prison cell, but likea precious ore not yet uncovered, claimed, explored…not yet EXPLOITED, by anyone,ever so well unclaimed, it shines like the sum of all suns

(PostedHere)—————//—————//———————Captive Memory (poetic thought by George-B)I hold the memory of you__________on the floor, under the lower shelfof my showcase,deep inside my vault of antiques,“touching would turn it into devouring sands,”I’m thinking, “I keep you safe, captive, not by chance.”(Posted Here)—————–//———————-//———————-Inevitable Moments (poetic thought by George-B)Lately he dreamed not While asleepBut while awake.Sands, shallow waters,Mixing with each other at the ever moving line between them,Yet never an angry charge, tide high, low, very low-Half a mile into the water up to the knees, pinched now and then by little water creatures- until the white whale cameasking for a place to rest,Permanently, silently, just with slow taps of the tail, like a long tap on the tatami, by the one pinned to the floor – just that – then some people trying to keep the whale from giving up – the whale didn’t care – It was too late to resume the position of the largest creature of the sea.At that moment he stopped dreaming…(posted Here)————————//——————–//————————–Molecule (poetic thought, by George-B) Love so deep…I understand,love is what you are –chalice golden of nectar, sweet,that every life adores.A kiss – an image of a scintillation,wave of enchanting harmonylove that lasted long enough as to become encrusted,as name, as bone and blood and dust, a universe evolved,a name, a bone, blood and dust, new universe…enchanting.(Posted Here)————–//—————–//———————-Argument (poetic thought by George-B)purposeless reason, for a purposeful universe…purposeless universe with a purposeful reason…and the reasons are…to be infinitely argued!

(Posted Here)———————–//———————–//———————-All So Digital (poetic thought by George-B)If zeros and ones, arranged anyhow would give:A scent, a feeling, heartache, a tooth pain –If zeros and ones, arranged anyhow would take away:a scent, a feeling, heartache, a tooth pain –If zeros and ones, arranged anyhow would give or take awayan old love,a new heart, for a used one,a painless tooth…Would zeros and one , virtually speaking, become then real?Zeros and ones… Do they give?Do they take?Do they?(Posted Here) ———————–//———————//————————-Departure (poetic thought by George-b)I’ve parted with symbols – ringsbracelets chains – my blinking eyes for rhythm,For thirst my breath –I’m free to flyaway.(Posted Here)———————//—————–//————————One for the bait (poetic thought by George-B)I freed the worm from the hookto give it a second chance to life.I hooked myself but it’s too latein the season for fishing.I shaved, hoping to please some killer whalewith no resultsoHere I am,I can’t even make the bait.(posted Here)————————–//———————–//—————–unemotional (poetic thought by George-B)Giving receiver, how have you become? Without feelings, a smile’s a grin,A portrait, a monster, a fake an original,life dead,The burning face in the painting is Gioconda’s –Libria, I Salute you!disease is the human emotionPeace comeBurn the painting, burn the book, make anti-artUnemotional, the world is once again flat,Soulless, uninhibitedI freed the bait from the hook of lifegiving it fair chance to fate.(Posted Here)———————–//——————//———————towed out (poetic thought by George_B)with time we leave behind memories,while some evade,some revisit now and then,and some we’re towing out,passing gravely, looking down,to nothing in particularsad burden like towed out sailboats .

(Posted HERE)—————–//———————//—————–Shivers (poetic thought by George-B)Cold as a smudge on hands,on the fogged up windows,smelly fog of this foggy night in Novemberfog penetrating overcoats, clinging to skin and bones in a solid embrace –few long minutes of rhythmic shaking–dripping fog on rugs…with washing like motions hands reach for heatnearly missing the flames’ dance in the fireplace,while the evaporating fog dissipates(Posted Here)——————-//——————–//———————Akismet (poetic thought by George-B)If you’re looking for Pennyher last name is Stocksthere are lots of Spammers, just check your Spam Mat,the one with tacky cling,but when and if in doubt,Trust Akismet.

“Spam: scrub it off clean, hard and often!”

(Posted Here)————————–//———————//—————————-Predictions (poetic thought by George-B)But the sky failed to fall,fulfilling their predictionthe rivers run, like yesterdaythere is no, deviationthe air, dusty as before,is neither colder, nor in heatprediction was for a different scene,another studio and filmscenariosit’s all to be, just script.(Posted Here)

———————-//———————-//——————–Iubirea (poetic thought by George_B)Speram sa pot vedea din nouiubirea,Reflectata-n-albastrul ochilor taiSperam sa pot sa regasesc privireaDar ce-am gasit e golul revarsat,vant rece de apus,undeva sus,deasupra razei lunii,asa c-acum, patruns de frig,ma string in brate, cuprins de dor, de jale, de singurate,precum o pasare care-si ascunde capul in pene, sub aripa…Asa va trece, inc-o noapte, rece, fara odihna, fara focul cald al vietii…unde-iiubirea.(Posted Here)————————–//————————-//————————–On War and Peace (poetic thought by George-B)The war on peaceContinues uninterrupted – the perpetual war-we’re made to believe it’s necessaryas tears in the foundation of our humanity, to keep it moist…Humanity, whatever else is left to tear, decays, into the darkness of free depravity, selfishness, greed, corruption….at our expense, on our dime, irrevocable sentences passed, bought on our dime…The answers to the questions never askedput in prospective the final frontier – the free fall offree market,free the pieces of peace left,free beluga,and tortoise…not to be accused of trade in temples,they made temple of trade, hymns, prayers an obscene virtual g-ds- cyclopeslikeFreeze the hypocritical insanity of the one man war warrior, man’o’war.(Posted Here)——————————//————————–//——————————Paradise Lost (Poetic thought by George-B)We wandered out of ParadiseHoping to find beyondAn archer, a trident, other broken hearts,an onyx spearbluer skies,beyond all skies,another word for…Love andfor Home and Homebound…Well indeed for everything that we’ve abandonedalong the foot pass that we madeIn search of the, now, lost Paradise.We had it all, we wandered of,and lost we thereof became,In search of more splendid Paradise.(Posted HERE)

———————//———————-//———————The Storm before the calm (poetic thought by George-B)I float, now, at fate’s will, karma – for sail, fate – for rudder while I remain, just a resigned captain, passenger and sole survivor,Surreally true…Show me to the shore, show me the rock, the birds, show me the current to the light house,to become again homeward bound,from the storm before the calm(posted HERE)—————//——————//——————–From a Hilltop (Poetic thought by George-B)From this height I can see the cities bellow,partially obscured By a fine curtain of tasteless,yellow-brownish smoke…I’m immersed in it as well,but a false sense of security overrides the sad factOtherwise, oh, what a splendid sight:There is Whittier,and further down South Pomona, El Monte, Downey;Towards the ocean Downtown LA, Hollywood and Santa Monica:Over there, an airplane seems to shoulder its way toward an airportAnd an helicopter, turns in mile-large circles over 605 Fwywhile cars are shining in both directions,tiny as ants, in ever towering traffic.Here is Rose Hills, a place where silence is as habitual,As the presence of birds in the skies.A wondrous place, a hilltop, so many things to take in,So many things to try not to forget,so many trails, so little time to rest. (Posted Here)———————//———————-//————————and then the cold (poetic thought by George-B)And so it wasThe blue immersed in redWith no other contact than the centerPulsing like a engorged vein, huff, huff,Repulsing like a tapered vein, hmm, hmm,Nothing taken for granted, nothing to be thankfulExcept for the huff, and hmm….and then fainter,and after a whileSilence…And then the cold… (Posted Here)——————–//———————-//————————All so natural (poetic thought by George-B)

A toy unwinding one last turnA frog held by the egret’s beak ,A turtle on its back,A duck pedaling while in full tilt,A grasshopper glued on a frog’s tongueA giraffe caught between two trees

A fish speeding from another fish,A puffer fish ingested by a shark…

All so natural, all so self serving…

A man, who eats his neighbor’s food,reads his paper, reads his lettersAnd pretend they all belong to him…

A g-d that seams to let it all occur.(PostedHere)———————-//————————//———————-from the fishbowl (Poetic Thought by George-B)Activism from the fishbowl,is a rare human achievementIn the humanbowl we swim,feeling protected from the uncharted scene outsideIn the humanbowl we fly, keeping the air in mind,so at least one survivesthe flight….upon arrival, he reports to …no one.(posted Here)———————-//———————//————————

lost to illusions (poetic thought by George-B)To be unaffected, appropriately,

From all the opportunitiesThat passed meThat I let pass me, uninterceptedNot hooked by my fishing hook,Uncaught in my butterfly net,Freed like the “Red Balloon”,Left to grow under the turned stone-I regret none

Not a tear of regret, not a sigh,Long or short….

Because they did not belonged to me, therefore:

What good would come out of regretting

The free choice, the decision madein good faith, Faithfully,believing thatYet another opportunity will arrive:

To my fishing hook,My butterfly net,My open hand,From under the next stone I’ll turn over….

I regret none, I regret not.……>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>(posted Here)—————————//————————//———————–Free market (poetic thought by George-B)There is a warin my pocketbetween the banker and the healer,the feeder and the telemarketer , seller and the buyer,all climbed into my pocket:will I be able to feed them allfrom my pocket forever?(>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Posted HERE)—————————//————————-//————————-My Inner Alarm Clock (poetic thought by George-B)The Day licks at the leaves of time,I respond by turning off the ringing in my loud inner alarm clock;It yawns and stretches me three times…

But I’m not ready to jump andI’m asking myself “why?”, shyly,As if afraid not to wake up fully, irreversibly,for another day and half a night:“Where were the yawns last night before I could not sleep?”, I ask my inner clock…No answer:“It seems now that it woke me up it went to sleep,but what about me…”“That’s an unsolved mystery of unspecified complexity….”“Oh forget it,Not another sheep counting contest, again, tonight!”

The_Persistence_of_Memory (Salvador Dali)

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>Published here(Now also on SoundCloud)—————————//—————————–//—————————-Close your eyes-There is so much to seein the deep recesses of your soulThe shadows come to lifeIn the recesses of your soul…There is a healing breezeA faint fragrance of sage and tarragonA breastbone yet to breakA chance that’s only yoursA closed door once now opens,A brave large bird circling the scene,From seemingly unsurpassed heights…The vision from above is clear,And rarity of air makes thing simple:To breathe or not to breathe becomes the questionTo breathe and breathe again the only answerComing from the upper room.(PostedHERE)—————//——————//——————freedom to choose (poetic thought by George-B)It takes time, attention, redirectionto uncover beautyTo find beauty dressed as treeSeaCloudWomanSongFlowerFragrance…It takes humanityWisdomTimeTimeTimeAnd more time to reclaim your soulstolen by McDonalds,Coors,Gecko,Commercials – for junk food like flying burgers and fries,extras large with gallons of harsh soft drinks, above a frozen beach,state farm insurance,verizon with no horizon,just flying polluting banners ofair, water, mind, soul, stomach, life, airways, freeway,always life,distorsion,abuse, quantifiable theft of freedom,freedom to choose.>>>>>>>>>>>>(posted HERE)——————-//—————-//—————-

I crave a love, an eager one, to please the whole of me.

(Poetic thought by GeorgeB.)

I crave a love, an eager one, to please the whole of me.

Not self love, and NOT the love for another…but the love for ALL, for ALL EXISTANCE…A GODLY LOVE, the love that GOD ITSELVES might’ve felt…creating all there is, the UNIVERSE, as it moves, unknown, from alpha to omega, and than back, such as is breathing in a live body, in long, certain, precisely measured, hulks of breathings-in and breathings-out, and holding back in the betweens…just to a count of five…

Oh yeah, I know the sense of what I want: it’s like the waves that moves the oceans and like the space winds in the void between the universes…

I know: it’s all that one feels when hugged by the loved one when the rapid beatings of the heart calm down to a wisper barely felt, transformed being into the bare ear into the silent void between the spheres.

That’s it, I said it all, I’m… fast…asleep…

(Lucy Hale, Aria in PLL SHOW)

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We truly believe, poetic thought by George B

We truly believe that our dreams will become reality,
The moment we wake up…like alchemists believed once that lead will become, somehow…gold.

We truly believe that our future will be bright, and everlasting life, some hope, and others that the Earth, will warm up, the boiling of the waters of the seas, and everlasting death…

What is your belief?

What will really happen?

God leaves the question unanswered, and so does all angels, the devil, and all religions,

And in absentia: our intellect is strangled!

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God only knows, why it all turned down to dances…(poetic thought by George B)

Eve is so bored…she dances dances dances till exhaustion, till collapse till falling out of the garden to the place bellow- dark, mystic, constrictive, conveyor of senseless feelings…

Eve is bored with Adam…but why? Weren’t they made for each other? Was it the air in the garden or the tree was too small and the fruit too close to touch, to all senses?

Was is it the serpent?

It is all up in the air, it is the unanswerable question…

God only knows, why it all turned down to dances…

(poetic thought by George B)

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We’ll wait and see, but chances are… (Poetic thought by GeorgeB)

Detached from the dormant tree
All the dried leaves have fallen but one…a special one,

俳句：夜
（GeorgeBによる詩的思考）
夜はずっと長くなります
日よりも、年も年も。
止まるでしょうか？
Note: I do not speak Japanese, therefore I had Google Translate di the translation for me (from English to Japanese). Please correct, if you find it unnecessary!
Thank you!

It sure is! In one way or another we all are “men of letters” it is in out collective genes, as humans! I hope it will only further evolve with the inherent evolution of our species! Just like the reverse “enigma”, communication evolves at much faster speed than the we are in all other aspects of out lives!
Nice chatting with you Lance!

Thank you so much! I tried to keep up with both posting and adding to the page, and sometimes reciting on SoundCloud, meager accomplishment I thought… But I try!
Stefanie, I would try to search, under “haiku”, I have few!

Thank you , thank you , thank you, there is more to come….God willing! I appreciate your support from comments, and likes, alike: I have to tell you: if we can have the eye to take a picture, because we have seen something worth framing, there is no way we’ll not be able to write!